Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.